And scum gong's green tea white moonlight HE

Sheng Zhixin only felt his face wet, then passed out and lost consciousness.

The person behind him let out a harsh "bah", picked him up and left the hotel gate.

The whole process took less than 3 minutes, and the employee on duty who was dozing off in the hotel lobby was not even disturbed.

After confirming that the "kidnapper" had gone far away, a person slowly walked out from the side door.

The man was tall and thin, looking in the direction the "kidnapper" left, he took a communicator from his collar, pressed it twice and said in a low voice: "Brother Cen, something happened."

After he finished speaking, he covered the communicator under his collar, and retreated towards the side door of the hotel, disappearing in the shadows, as if he had never appeared before.

About 10 minutes later, there was the sound of a car roaring on the road not far away.

The car was approaching menacingly like a leopard, which seemed to indicate that the owner was not in a good mood at the moment, and a beautiful tail flick stopped at the entrance of the hotel.

Wen Gu got off the car from the driver's seat with a cold face, strode to the hotel entrance, but was stopped by another person who got out of the car.

The man was taller than Wen Gu, with a mask on his face, only a pair of sharp sword eyebrows and sharp eyes remained.If there were other people here, they would definitely recognize him as the popular actor Cen Zhi who just won the title of actor at the domestic film festival this year.

But now he is not covered with famous brands as usual, but wearing a solid suit and professional combat boots on his feet, he is completely different from that delicate and handsome movie star.

"What are you going to do? Robbery?"

Wen Gu almost gritted his teeth and said, "Cen Zhi, if you don't want to help, just go away and stay, I didn't fucking ask you to help."

The light in Cen Zhi's eyes dimmed, but she still held onto Wen Gu relentlessly: "Calm down."

The person who reported the letter just came out from the side door and said in a low voice, "Brother Cen."

"Have you seen what that person looks like?" Cen Zhi asked, "Or is there any means of transportation?"

The reporter shook his head: "No, he seems to be walking here, and he didn't take a vehicle. He has a hood on his face, so he can't see clearly, but he seems to be left-handed."

Wen Gu's face darkened, and he looked like he was about to have another attack.Cen Zhi glanced at him, and said in a low voice, "Why did Sheng Zhixin come downstairs?"

"Probably because of that package," the messenger pointed to the lonely courier box on the round platform, "Around eight o'clock in the evening, a person dressed as a courier appeared at the hotel entrance, and seemed to be calling him to lure him down. But Sheng Zhixin had a strong sense of prevention, and he couldn't get down after being bitten to death, so he asked him to put the package on the disc."

"But he came down in the end," Cen Zhi said, "He didn't expect that person to wait until nine o'clock. You take the express box and take it to check the fingerprints on it."

The messenger responded, trotted to Yuanpan, took out a plastic bag from his pocket, and wrapped the express box carefully.

Wen Gu stood aside, his eyes were as cold as ice.

He just met Nie Yingzhe yesterday, and today he has the guts to come to the hotel and kidnap someone directly, with the whole thing capitalized with "no law".

Cen Zhi walked to his side: "Do you know which floor Sheng Zhixin lives on?"

"Eight."

Wen Gu didn't seem to want to talk to him very much, so he said a number with care.

Cen Zhi was not affected by his attitude: "Go, go upstairs and have a look."

The two entered the hotel, ignored the front desk staff who was still dozing off, took the elevator up to the eighth floor, and stopped at the door of Shengzhi's new room.

Cen Zhi took out a card that looked like a hotel room card from his pocket, and swiped it on the card reader.

A blue streak flashed on the card reader, the door opened slowly with a "click", and the heat from the air conditioner rushed in.

Wen Gu's eyes darkened, and he walked slowly into the room.

Sheng Zhixin's coat was left on the bed, and some odds and ends were scattered on the bedside table, most of which were small bottles of skin care products. It was obvious that the owner was in a hurry when he left.

Wen Gu sat down by the bed slowly, reached out to touch the pocket of the coat, and found a card.

He took out the card, and found that the name of the club was written in some coquettish cursive characters, and there was a line of small characters in the same font below: "Beijing Celebrity Club, sincerely invite tasting."

"Cen Zhi," Wen Gu said, "he was brought here."

Cen Zhi bent down and took away the business card: "How do you know?"

Wen Gu leaned on the bed wearily, and pressed the center of his brows: "Yesterday Nie Yingzhe just let go of my harsh words, saying that he will get what he likes no matter what, and this morning will probably come to make a fool of himself, but He was probably rejected by Xiao Sheng, so he became angry and came to kidnap people at night."

Cen Zhi's expression was a bit indescribable for a moment: "He spent a lot of time tying someone up just to attend this celebrity meeting in the Beijing circle?"

"It saves the process of stunning people at the party," Wen Gu sneered, "One step is in place, go to bed directly, save trouble."

He straightened up slightly: "What do you say? Captain Cen? Can you call the police to save people now?"

There was a trace of unbearableness on Cen Zhi's face.

He lowered his eyes and shook his head: "There is no evidence, and there is no surveillance around Yuanpan, so I can't apply for an arrest warrant."

Wen Gu's eyes were fixed: "Then what are we doing here in the middle of the night? Do you want to enjoy the night view?"

"Listen to me," Cen Zhi frowned, "Don't be so impulsive, I'll see if I can—"

"impulse?"

Wen Gu narrowed his eyes, his voice suppressed fire, and he grabbed Cen Zhi's collar straight away: "Then the one who was taken away is not yours, of course you can calm down, but what about me? Tell me how to calm down?"

Cen Zhi sighed: "Wen..."

Wen Gu let go of his collar, turned around and walked out the door: "If you don't want to save me, save me."

"You will die in it!"

Cen Zhi grabbed him tightly: "I'll see if I can contact the informant, don't be impulsive."

"I told you I can't calm down!"

Wen Gu frowned, and the fury in his voice finally burst out uncontrollably: "If your people are taken away, can you calm down? Tell me if you can!"

"I......"

A sigh flashed in Cen Zhi's eyes, and he let go of his arm: "Okay, I'll go with you."

***

Sheng Zhixin woke up with a splitting headache.

He slowly opened his eyes, in front of him was a white ceiling with a gorgeous crystal chandelier on it.

Where is he...?

There was a vague noise outside the house, mixed with men and women, which made him even more headache after hearing it.

Sheng Zhixin sat up slowly supporting his body, and was startled when he lowered his head.

I am actually naked/naked, not even a piece of underwear!

He froze on the bed, speechless for a moment.

Fortunately, there were no strange marks left, and there was no other discomfort in the body except fatigue.

In other words, the time to wake up is just right.

He took a deep breath, staggered off the bed, and almost knelt down to the bedside table in front of him when his feet landed on the ground.

His limbs were so sore and limp, Sheng Zhixin could only grit his teeth, stood up with the table, stumbled into the bathroom, and splashed a handful of water on his face.

This cup of water made him more energetic, and he also had the ability to think about problems.

The name of the clubhouse was embroidered with golden silk thread on the towel next to the washbasin, which was the same as the name of the clubhouse on the business card Nie Yingzhe gave him this morning.

So this kidnapping was done by Nie Yingzhe for two purposes, either to poison him, or to sleep/sleep with him and then poison him.

Sheng Zhixin's face turned cold.

We must find a chance to escape.

He moved his hands and feet that were still in the afterglow of the drug, walked around the room slowly while leaning on the wall, and found that there was no set of clothes that he could wear and leave in the whole room, not even a bath towel.

Sheng Zhixin turned back to the door, tried to push the door, and found that the door was locked as expected.

But in his current state, even if the door is unlocked, he can't get out.

Sheng Zhixin sighed, and slowly squatted down by the door with his knees hugged.

My disappearance probably won't be discovered until tomorrow morning when I check out.

But what should have happened at that time has happened, and it was too late to do anything.

He didn't dare to imagine what Nie Yingzhe would do to him, and his final regret was that he couldn't continue writing his favorite songs, and he couldn't say "I like you" to Wen Gu.

Sheng Zhixin's nose was acidic, and he stood up staggeringly, wanting to find out if there were any other flaws in this room.

His eyes fell on a vase on the bedside table, and his face sank.

If necessary, this vase may become the most convenient thing for him to kill himself.

He was just about to move to the bedside table to hide the vase when he heard someone talking outside the door.

Nie Yingzhe is here?

Sheng Zhixin frowned, froze on the spot, not daring to move, holding his breath to listen to the voice outside the door.

It was probably a man talking, he sounded very young, his voice was a little thin, it wasn't the voice of Nie Yingzhe's old smoker who smoked all the year round.

He breathed a sigh of relief and continued listening.

The young man seemed to be flirting with someone, laughing continuously like silver bells, chatting quite happily, walking towards this side while chatting, and stopped in front of the door of this room.

The string in Sheng Zhixin's head suddenly tightened, and he quickly took the vase on the bedside table in his hand, pressed his face nervously behind the door, and stared at the closed door without blinking.

"Oh, you hate it," the boy's voice sounded again, but with ambiguous panting, "what's the hurry? Pervert... come back after I finish my work."

The person who was in love with him said something, and the boy replied: "President Xiao Nie... how did he get here? He was tied up after being dizzy, just like those bandit mountain kings... ..It seems to be a little star, it must have been played badly... Oh, I won’t tell you, I went in.”

The muscles of Sheng Zhixin's whole body were on alert, and he heard the "click" sound when the key was inserted into the lock, and then, the carved wooden door was slowly pushed open.